Because our internet is out – for some reason – I’m writing this offline and will post it without looking when it comes back.  You know I don’t even go back and correct anything even if Grammarly tells me to. 

First off, I woke up with a sense of doom and by the evening hope I will have forgotten this feeling.  It was partly because everything went wrong with yesterday.  Except for the IAWE arc reading itself last night, it was quite mad. We spent a great deal of the morning updating my computer, and then tried to install the usb microphone so I could record poems for Robert Priest.  That seemed to wreck my audio in zoom and I couldn’t give my little speech at the amazing arc 28 launch about the Israel Association of Writers in English and how we work together to finance the journal and produce these evenings and how we’re going to have a newsletter soon…. 

There was also the matter of the discovery that I will have to take the vaccine in hospital surroundings because I’m allergic to penicillin, and we have no idea how the vaccine will behave on anti-body-less Ezi.  In the meantime my son-in-law is in isolation having been exposed to a corona family member. 

And every muscle in my body aches – for no reason. 

But the worst part is that I’ve been so long away from a hairdresser – partly because of corona and partly because of my sinuses – that I dyed my hair and it turned out black and I look like a witch.

Just writing that down made me feel better, made me realize that all my troubles are minor and my own situation is the best it could possibly be.  Yes, I will gradually lighten and ultimately go grey as it grows in.  and I’ve seen it on my cousins – it’s totally white and gorgeous.  Watch me,  by 2022 I’ll be a distinguished mature lady.

Maybe I’ll even grow up.

And I made friends with a hedgehog today who gave me proportions –

i mean if she can survive in a totally unexpectable world, so can I